Abdl Forced Diaper Novels & Stories

My eyes lowered, and in a breathy voice I asked, “What now, Daddies?” Abel moved to my feet and slipped a piece of felt around the ankle much like my wrist and Adrian did the same to my other ankle. Then they spread me wide, and I gasped as the air brushed across my heat. I was bare, nothing to stop their gazes. I couldn’t cover myself with my hands or could I close my legs. A wave of heat washed over me. “Do you want to please daddy?” Alden asked. “Yes,” I replied quickly, “Yes, please.”

"Thank you." She went on to help us with finding a carrier that worked. It was so perfect, and the fabric was so soft. I was elated. I mind-linked Cade. "My mom is going to be so jealous. Everyone in the North will be jealous this thing is so nice." I was practically bouncing. When we got the diapers, we got a ridiculous amount of wipes. I mind-linked Cade again. "You have no idea how excited I am about this. No washing, how lucky are we?" He smirked and signed. "I take it you like the south now." "It definitely has its advantages," I told him we need not bother with a stroller. I planned to use the carriers, which he seemed more than okay with.

What a pathetic consolation. "Need help?" "No," she snapped without looking who. She knew who. "But you're taking that diaper out the wrong way. You'd both get soiled if you continue like that." He watched Louisa use the tip of her active fingers like pincers to pull the diaper from Bethany's butt downward, without properly lifting her butt to facilitate its removal. "So?" She scrunch her nose, almost gagging, and not wanting to talk over the putrid smell of baby poop and to him.

As if on cue, my baby woke up and started fussing. “Daddy is here, darling, “ I announced, cradling her and kissing her soft, velvety skin. The smell of her soiled diaper hit my nose and I scrunched my nose in disgust. Because the caregiver was making a bottle, I decided to put all my training from YouTube to use. I lay Alexis on the bed and tried to put a new one on her. But it wasn't sticking. The caregiver noticed me struggling and bit her lip from laughing.

Anya picked up Caleb from his crib and sniffed his diaper. Never in her life she imagined she'd be sniffing someone's butt like a dog, but here she was. Good thing Caleb was only a few months old and his poop didn't reach the solid state yet. She put him down immediately. The diaper was full, alright. "Connor! Get over here!" she called and thanked her lucky stars that he was home. "What is it, sweetheart? Is there something wrong?" Connor asked.

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

Her lips curve into a funny line as they stretch when she laughs. “In my defense, I spent my entire pregnancy watching documentaries about marine animals,” she explains, holding up her right index finger as a plausible explanation. “When she turned one, her mother gave her a pair of pajamas that looked like a whale. Abby found them interesting and became interested. You see, it wasn't my fault.” Adrielle arches her eyebrow and maintains a smirk. “Blame Sofia for this, not me.”

“I helping.” “Oh, I can see that,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Babies stinky,” he explained. “I fix.” Alex appeared behind me, rubbing his eyes and trying to stifle a grin. “You’re on diaper duty now, huh?” Elian puffed out his chest proudly. “Yes. I big now.” I looked at the state of the crib — two wipes on the mattress, one half-open diaper lying upside down, and a bottle cap inside the blanket.

The waistband of the pants had to be rolled several times to stay on, and the shirt hung off me like a sheet. Astrid was watching me silently. The moment I turned around, her expression crumpled again. “You’re so thin,” she said, sinking onto the edge of her bed. Her voice trembled, and her eyes glistened. “What’s happened to you?” I gave her a tired smile as I pulled a hair tie from my bag and twisted my wet hair into a bun. “I’m managing,” I said quietly. “We’re okay.” I bent over to dig through my backpack and pulled out a fresh diaper for Kael. He had stayed miraculously dry, shielded by the blanket and the warmth of my chest. Astrid kept her gaze on him, gently swaying him in her arms.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.